Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.